Page 64 of I Loved You First

“Tell me if something doesn’t feel good.”

She nodded again. “Okay.”

“Come lie down with me,” he said, capturing her hand, walking with her to the bed.

She crawled on the mattress to rest her head on the pillows.

Settling next to her, he lay on his side, admiring everything about her spectacular body. “I want you to feel good—for this to be something you enjoy.”

She touched his cheek. “I want both of us to enjoy.”

He kissed her, letting time spin out before he teased her nipples the way he knew she liked. When her breathing changed, his hand wandered down, tracing soft, sensitive skin, finding her bud.

She gasped.

“Is this okay?”

She nodded. “It feels good.”

Kissing the tip of her nose and then her chin, he slowly dipped his finger into Fi’s wet warmth.

Her breaths began to quake in and out as her stomach trembled. “Yes, Cam.”

Relieved that she only felt pleasure, he brought his damp finger back to her bud, rubbing in slow circles until her thighs shook and she pulled his face back to hers for a deep kiss.

Recognizing that she was on the edge, he moved faster until she gasped and closed her eyes. Then she froze, climaxing on a quiet moan.

“More,” he whispered, moving faster yet, watching as she bucked and shuddered, loving the way she lost control.

“Cam,” she panted out as she opened her eyes. “I want you. Right now, I want you.”

Moving to settle himself on top of her, he kissed her, more than ready to enter her. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

She nodded.

Penetrating her slowly, he inched his way deeper, clenching his jaw as her tight wetness welcomed him. “God, Fi,” he gritted through his teeth, stopping to let her adjust to his girth, knowing he was big.

“Cam,” she shuddered out on a moan, staring into his eyes. “You feel so good.”

“You’re okay?”

She nodded as she locked her legs around his waist. “I’m more than okay. I feel normal.”

He captured her hands, lacing their fingers as he began to move—thrusting gently, certain he hadn’t felt anything this amazing since the last time they were together. Craving to fill her—to claim her as his—he kissed her. “I’m going to move faster.”

“Okay.”

He picked up his pace as her breathing changed—the way it did right before she came. “Come, Fi.” Because he wanted to watch her—to feel her as she went wild beneath him.

Her body trembled as they held each other’s gazes. “I’m so close.”

Groaning, he pumped faster, eager to fall with her.

And then she let herself go, tipping her head back and crying out as she throbbed around him.

He clutched at her fingers as he exploded, filling the woman he’d wanted to be with since the moment she left for London.

Letting his head rest in the crook of her neck, he breathed in her shampoo as he caught his breath.